The Crazy Canteen

Canteen is the one place in our college where i hav spent the most part of my 6 yrs college life(3yrs for diploma n 3yrs for engg). However the staircase n the cycle stand r also strong contenders for that post of the favourite katta.Its nothing special to the ordinary thinking students but considering that many dont count us students at all it is all the more special 2 us.And “us” means no less than 10-15 of my friends who start n end their college with the canteen.

   It seems the first lecture on our time table has been permanently labelled as canteen,,so much so that the only reason v enter the college is 2 park our bikes n cycles n then head straight 2 the canteen which is conveniently outside our college gate across the road.This maybe the most important reason for its popularity among our group.U can xpect ne of us sitting in canteen at ne college hours as if 2 fulfill our duty of keeping the canteen occupied.Its not that the food is gr8 or the facilities r exceptional but the fact that v feel free 2 njoy ourself more.

 Apart from our regular jokes n teasing ,the one thing that constantly keeps our mood up are the songs that r played continously on the mobile at full volume.Nobody’s to stop that other than the occasional visits paid by the teachers in which case v may turn down the volume.V continue to lend our own “sur” n “taal” to the songs which r not always pleasant 2 the ears!V have played everything possible in canteen from antakshari 2 wrestling! It does get sometimes out of hand for which the canteen clerks promptly ask us 2 stop it but they 2 have got used 2 us by now.The time just flies so fast with all the friendly banters , checking out gals,imitating professors,etc,etc that the watch almost always surprises us.One day v decide 2 sing our KG poems ,the next day v decide 2 target a particular freind for a practical joke,or on some fateful days v plan 2 spread false rumours about our exam dates! The fun never stops.

And if thats still not enough v do study there durin our PLs.A hot cup of chai/coffee serves us well when a particular stubborn topic refuses 2 get into our empty minds.Not 2 mention that all our assignments n files r completed only b’coz v write them in groups in canteen at the last deadline.The proximity that our department has to the college gate n then 2 the canteen allows us to easily bunk our lectures n practicals(not that v attend them ever)n escapse to the free world of our canteen.

One regular visitor other than us is our HOD computer branch Mr. G.K.Patnaik. He is a chain smoker who leaves the department every hour to directly to the kitchen of our canteen n there he njoys his fag with a cuppa chai. So every hour from 10 am (thats when he arrives 2 college) till evening he enters canteen , looks at us along the way ,his xpression never changes for e1 a sec,n goes straight pass us.He has never e1 showed an interest that he recognises us so many of us still doubt that he really knows us.I have had some awkward moments when i had been in the kitchen talking to my friends who work there ,charging my cell on their charger,listening 2 songs when in comes my HOD for his  puff.In which case i too behave as if i dont know him.

To cover the whole xperience in words and in a blog is not possible but i will only express it like this :- Long after v have had left our college ,when v look back  the first thing that will come back 2 the mind will b our canteen.It seems that some part of our soul will still linger in the canteen having fun while v make ourselves busy with our lives.